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Carol of the Gall

That ‘merry wanderer of the night’

Goodfellow Robin (our sweet Puck)

lends his name to the pin-cushion

gall, the wind-brought bedeguar

born and bred on rosa arvinsis.

 

A mass of mossy filament

sticky-branched it turns to

green then pink as autumn

falls, wearing winter’s crimson

‘Fore it dons a reddish-brown.

 

Inside ‘til spring

this tissued home with food

becomes a womb for

wasps upon the stem,

upon the branch, upon the tree.

 

How beguilingly

these wood-land growths

are so confined: beneath

the gentle rose - sub rosa

parthenogenesis divine

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nigel-morgan
Welsh
Published
Dec 17, 2016
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